My daughter is of an age that she likes princesses and sometimes they came to different parties she attends. Just before Christmas, Anna and Elsa from Frozen came to a local Christmas party, and she was quite taken with their pretty dresses. I took pictures of her with both of them and posted them.
One night recently, I was at a bar with a number of friends and at the opening strains of a particular song, one of my friends and I were like, “Oh yeah!” We clinked beers and nodded meaningfully to each other. I don’t know what his memory was, and it’s probably different from mine, but it was clearly important to both of us.
If we were having coffee, it would be because you got on a plane and flew here from another place. I have not really made friends out here, and that’s kind of sad. I met with a mom and her son earlier this week, one I have talked to before, and it was nice. I’ve also started going to an open playtime at the local community center, just to let Wee One run off some steam in this dead of winter (more on that later) and climb and play on things we don’t have at Casa In-Laws.
What happens when life goes on?
If we were having coffee, you would want to hear about Tortuga, the pirate festival I went in Oregon last weekend. I can’t tell you about this without giving you the context of the weekend, which a friend came out to visit with us.
If we were having coffee, we would have a lot to catch up on, its been so long since we’ve met. There something coming up in the future, I tell you, something I can’t talk out and announce yet, but it will Change Things.
Mommy happy hour usually included boring vanilla lattes and ice cappuccinos, important as it masqueraded as a child’s story time. I was so lucky to stumble upon it and, once I started going, I made sure to keep going.
I am usually the inappropriate one in a group of friends, and I fucking hate it.
It is up in the air whether the Internets help or hurt people, and for a long while when I was on Facebook, I wouldn’t connect with anyone unless I knew them pretty well. Since Wee One was born, I have found myself Facebook friends with people I barely know, (though I still don’t become friends with people I haven’t met,) but there are several different kinds of “strangers” I like being connected to:
If we were having coffee, you would comment on pictures you had seen on my Facebook feed of our visit to Skagit to see the tulips.